CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
“Mm.” Alexis awoke with one side of her head pounding. “God.” Groggy, she lifted her upper body from the reclining, leather lounge chair. She focused her eyes on the luxurious, oak counter in front of her. “What the f**k?”
She glanced out the large, oval window behind her.
Clouds.
“Jesus.” She tried to stand but fell back on the couch, dizzy. “Ooh.”
A tall, slender white man in an obnoxious, lime-green polo shirt with shades hanging from his collar walked through the narrow side door. “Ms. Adams.” His movements didn’t disturb the crease in his black slacks. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit.” She patted her pockets. “I suppose Grant got my cell phone?”
“Hm-mmm.”
“Is this his plane?”
“Right again.”
“So he kidn*pped me? He thinks that’s going to stop me from tell
